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There hogin' and laughin' wi' muckle pretence,
To catch and to cavil sat auld neebor Spence,
And auld cooper Jamie, sae witty and douce,
Wi' tailors and pedlars sae cracky and croose.

Her talented artist to name it might vex,
Ye'll pick him up by the red pirnie and specks.
Our fun at her making I mind it yet fine;

'Twas only last summer-I've aye laughed since syne.

Sae in his auld garret as sacred she lies,
A type o' perfection, a feast to the eyes;
Wi' mony a wonder and model o' skill,
Defying baith pencil and pen to reveal.

THE LILY O' THE WEST.

Tune-"Of a' the airts the Wind can blaw.”

Fa' the flowers that ever bloomed
Where rills and rivers flow,

On hill and dale, in wood and vale,
Or paradise below:

Sae sweet and fair, what can compare
Wi' it, the first and best?

Then let me string my harp, and sing
The lily o' the West.

Adorned wi' a' that can adorn,

There every grace we trace

That earth can love or heaven approve

Among the lily race:

Sweet Nature's child—young, modest, mild—

How can they be exprest

Thy cherub charms ?—come to my arms

The lily o' the West.

How rich, beyond the power o' wealth,

Would not I be wi' thee,

Thou gem divine, O wert thou mine—
But can that ever be ?

No, lovely flower, in yonder bower,

Alas, thy lot is cast!

But shall I fret, or e'er forget

The lily o' the West.

May balmy showers and sunshine bright

Pervade thy hallowed shade, Thy fairy form may never storm

Dishevel or invade;

But, soft as dew, may peace on you

Benignly ever rest!

For lang I'll string my harp, and sing The lily o' the West.

TO ARROCHAR AWAY, LASSIE.

Air-"Loudon's bonny Woods and Braes.”

CHORUS.

OW bright the blink of Orion's e'e
On classic Clyde sae gay, lassie;
Fain would I cross it, and wi' thee
To Arrochar away, lassie.

Though yonder flowery banks and braes
To roam I dearly lo’e, lassie;
And though in Greenock I hae met

Wi' friends baith warm and true, lassie—
There fond wi' kindred spirits quaffed
The balmy mountain dew, lassie;
Yet happy would I spend the day
At Arrochar wi' you, lassie.

Unrivalled, lovely Arrochar !
What can wi' it compare, lassie ?
Awa the bustlin' din o' touns,

Wi' a' their pomp and glare, lassie:
Gi'e me to wade through heather bells
On lonely mountains there, lassie,
And to pass the day wi' you

At Arrochar sae fair, lassie.

'Tis there the heart at Nature's shrine In adoration bows, lassie:

And on every altar green

In nameless rapture glows, lassieThere we leave, on wings sublime,

A world o' cares and woes, lassie; So now to live in bliss, the day

At Arrochar but close, lassie.

How sweet in yonder shady glen

The hours their flight will wing, lassie! And O to linger by the burn,

Where lovely flow'rets spring, lassie;
Or to wander through the woods,
That loud wi' carols ring, lassie !

Then let us thus enjoy the day
At Arrochar, I sing, lassie.

Wi' burnin' words o' love divine,
We'll sweetly, a' our lane, lassie,
On heather knowes renew our vows,
And crack o' a' that's gane, lassie,
And o' that hallowed, mystic hour
That soothes the lover's pain, lassie:
Thus would we love the day away
At Arrochar, my ain lassie.

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